Chapter Nine
“YOU OPENED A witch shop a few doors down from the church?” Alanna asked as she held her glass of wine and stared out the front window as if she could see the church from where there. “Are you begging for bad mojo or what?” Shaking her head, she turned back around. She had to admit, Winnie did an amazing job setting up her store. From the moment the door jingled as she walked into the small business, the aroma of incense wafted through the place while soft flute music floated around them as it drifted down from the speakers Winnie had perched in the corners of the store. She glanced around at the rest of the shop, noticing the glass cabinets, wooden shelves, and metal racks that held all sorts of merchandise for the curious as well as the serious practitioner of witchcraft: c
